In the bright starry sky, more than a dozen gray-backed wolves stood tall, their heads were motionless, their scarlet eyes were even more instantaneous, and purple thunder and lightning rushed down in the sky above the four flying lands.

Flames, ice, earth thorns, jingo, countless energies of the earth and the sky rolled, rolling up waves and waves, and all kinds of laws of heaven and earth were completely exposed to it like a textbook, which made Wellington and other wolves all ecstatic, they frantically spied on the secrets of this heaven and earth, desperately trying to grab nutrients from it, enriching their perception of the Great Dao, and perfecting their various secret techniques.

One by one, inspiration surged like a frenzy, they greedily learned, comprehended, and eager to embothesize thousands of people, and took all the laws of the Great Dao for themselves.

The fanaticism for the law even obscured their sanity and their vigilance, which made them unaware of the abnormal movements on these four flying lands.

The fire was flying, the vitality was restless, and all kinds of devastating attacks were like tornadoes and tsunamis, invading the place where the original ecstasy bone worm was destroyed.

A trace of black-and-gray substance seeped into the nothingness. As if resurrected, a little bit of crystal light gradually appeared.

The thunder was like a tide, purple, red, golden, white, indigo, sharp and domineering, crushing these gray-black substances, crushing them again, crushing them into particles that could not be seen by the naked eye.

In that void space, it keeps spinning, like a rotating black hole, absorbing everything, devouring everything, all kinds of useful matter, all kinds of surging energy.

Each particle is like a vast world.

These worlds are shimmering with all kinds of devastating light, yet these particles seem to have an indestructible nature. Reborn in destruction, then. And it will be destroyed in the new birth, and the cycle will go on and on.

In the midst of the thunder. The crystal light is sometimes strong, sometimes dark, and between the light and the extinction, looming, however, the momentum of the thunder is getting stronger and stronger, like a natural enemy, always staring here, wanting to deny the rebirth of the ecstasy bone eater.

Ecstasy Bone Eater. It is a different species of heaven and earth, born with a murderous aura, and their appearance is a disaster for all animistic things, although this declining world is already dying, but it still does not let go of this kind of creature that brings it a huge crisis, as long as it appears, it will do its best to exterminate it.

The whole world seemed to be a whole being, and these ecstasy bone eaters were parasites among them, and they were parasites that could bring destruction to it.

Although the origin of the whole world is about to be depleted. This was a suicidal assault on itself, but the instinctive resistance and hostility to the Ecstasy Bone Eater still made it unhesitating.

This is also the reason why the sky is full of thunder and the law is manifested.

It seems that he has seized a glimmer of opportunity to kill the ecstasy bone eater, and the will of the world is actually doing it with all his strength at this time. There's even some taste of a one-hit blow, a torrential thunder, a grumpy elemental frenzy. Blades of darkness, arrows of light, corrosion, decomposition, all kinds of destructive elements all in one. Gather all the power it can muster here, destroying the resurrection of the Ecstasy Bone Eater.

This made the stored source power of these gray-black insects more and more dim. Every rebirth consumes a portion of Yuan power, and every destruction is tantamount to a catastrophic blow.

Out of simple reason, out of survival instinct, these insects stubbornly do the same thing over and over again, that is, to rebuild their bodies, trying to return to the original world again, to devour and strengthen themselves, to entrench the gray-backed wolf, to swallow all living things, and even to swallow the origin of the entire world.

It is like a stubborn command, deep-rooted, unable to compromise, unable to deny, not afraid of pain, not afraid of danger.

All kinds of supernatural runes are combined into patterns, or blades such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, etc., or all kinds of magic, thunder, meteorites, flames, and lightning.

Or all kinds of magical beasts, or dragons, fire phoenixes, eagle falcons, tigers and leopards.

This law of heaven and earth is like a huge steamer, and those ecstasy bone eaters whose strength and form are gradually declining are the scorching things in it, but although they are like turtles in urns and birds in cages, these ecstasy bone eaters are very stubborn and tenacious, desperately annihilating and then resurrecting again with the help of their origins.

The poison of the will of heaven and earth is everywhere, even if these insects are born in nothingness, there will be endless power of nothingness to kill, and when it turns to this world, it is the power of countless elements and laws that stretches immensely, and there is no end to it.

Annihilated again and again, resurrected again.

The thirst for life and the greed for food rooted in the depths of the soul make it impossible for them to stop. It seems that this worm is destined to perish in this place of origin.

Of course, in order to be reborn, these insects are also desperately devouring and absorbing, material, spiritual, thunder, and elemental, all of which have become the things that enter the mouth.

The process of annihilation is also a process of refining the body and soul, although the process is so difficult and ragged, as if there is no end to it, and it seems that it will not be able to support it in the next moment.

The color of these insects became more and more dim, more and more delicate, and gradually they could not be seen by the naked eye, so that they became particles, and those crystals could no longer flash, and these insects were no longer seen in the heavens and the earth, except for those colorful thunderstorms.

However, the thunderstorm still has no beginning and no end, and it seems that it will not give up until the origin of the ecstasy bone eater is completely shattered and annihilated, turning into a real nothingness.

It's a life-and-death struggle that seems to be about to decide the final victory.

For this blow, the will of the Origin World began to shrink and concentrate its own power, and those embodied laws, domineering thunder, red flames, and all kinds of destructive powers, began to condense, and finally turned into four blades of annihilation, which contained countless destruction and rage, like a nuclear bomb about to explode.

Boom -

The Blade of Annihilation, like chopping melons and vegetables, directly cuts at the soul roots of these ecstasy bone eaters, and directly annihilates those roots of life hidden in the origin of life.

A sigh appears directly in the soul of every living being, and the sigh is filled with endless joy, joy, lightness and comfort.

When this was done, the whole world rejoiced, and even the air, the gray-backed wolf, and the elves who had lost an unknown number of years on the four flying lands seemed to burst into joy.

This is the encouragement of the origin of the world, the victory of the fundamental will, and the nameless sense of crisis is suddenly relaxed, and it becomes vain, and everything is quiet and reassuring.

All kinds of elements and spiritual energy are surging around, flowers and butterflies are dancing, the whole world becomes clear and clear, and the red sun in the sky is also like an explosion, with endless power, emitting endless light and immeasurable heat.

As the law faded away, the twelve gray-backed wolves opened their feverish eyes with regret, unwilling to be carved into their disappointed faces.

However, the blazing heat of the next moment made them unable to endure it any longer, and the scorching sun in the sky, emitting immeasurable light and heat, burned their souls and exorcised their shells, and sweat came out frequently, like a pulp like a dragon.

The skin cracked little by little, the blood seemed to boil, the flames on the fur were rolling, the smell of burnt paste filled the sky, and the whole body was scorched, whether it was the soul or the shell.

"Go down, quick." Wellington shouted and woke up the wolves, who could no longer care about the law and the secret arts, and began to flee desperately, in utter embarrassment. (To be continued.) )